Monday, September 17, 2012

the vices of habits


The man sits
In the San Choon coffee shop
Alone or with friends
On the table bottles of beer

Old age has caught up with him
The life must be ups and downs
The life vices he can't forget
The bottles of beer on the table

He knows he can't drink many
With friends he will know no bounds
He thinks he can still hold his bottles
Time and age has caught up with him

Many bottles he has consumed
When he is out he just closed his eyes
He can't say much now
He is totally knocked out

His friends will call his family members
For a while he will stay put on his chair
The world can spin all night long
He can't understand what's all about

The vices of habits
Even old age can't pull him back
The bottles on the table
The life has to move on

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